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Chi Cheng is exhausted. Utterly. She had been stuck at the office all day because her parents were threatening her with family dinners that included their friends or business partners, all of whom just so happen to have eligible sons. For once she just wanted to go home and crash on her king sized bed, rub one out, and sleep. For once, she wanted peace.
But that would mean she’d have to wake up and do it all again and… yeah, she wasn’t ready to wake up to that reality.
Yu dug a colorful claw into her rib, hard. “Why are you so grumpy?”
Instead of flinching or dignifying that with a response, she slumped into the chair behind her and huffed, not bothering to respond. Little Jealousy, ever perfect, wound up her arm and gave a warning hiss at Cheng’s best frenemy causing the girl to throw her arms up and grumble out, “That’s what I get for caring.”
The sleek snake, now pleased at the space between them, slithered back up her arm and into her ample cleavage where he curled up in the warm space in between.
Yu snorted at the familiar sight, “The only man who will ever get between those tits, hm?” Cheng smirked back at her in acknowledgement. She hated to admit it but she enjoyed spending time with Yu. The other woman is the only person Cheng is willing to put up with for long periods of time. She had been since childhood. Cheng wasn’t sure if it was due to knowing each other since they were in diapers or because Yu was basically just a more flamboyant, calmer version of herself but, anyway.
She settled into the soft leather couch, closed her eyes, and opened up her other senses. She heard the slight squeak of the leather and swish of Yu’s shirt as the other girl settled in beside her. There was a clink of glasses and a low murmur beside her as the other girl dismissed a waiter.
That settled, they sat in silence for a long while, Cheng enjoying the vibration of the low base as it thrummed through her body and the light murmur of people vibing at their club.
At some point, a loud squeal in the crowd beyond woke Jealousy who immediately uncoiled and started exploring again, twisting over her shoulders and rudely pulling Cheng out of her very comfortable dose.
At her side, Yu let out an aggrieved groan and stood, stretching her back as she did so. “Just when I thought tonight was going to be calm.”
With a click of her fuchsia stilettos and a swish of her brightly patterned blouse, Yu was off into the club to do managerial things. There was a reason Cheng stayed a silent partner and this was one of them. Still, not much could bring ever calm and steady Yu to make that noise so Cheng found herself curiously following her through the crowd. It was easy considering both women stood a head above most men even without heels. It was like following a navy and pink balloon tied to a snake in the animal videos Cheng will never admit watching.
It did not surprise her at all that Guo led her to the pool tables as the gambling there could get rambunctious (she would know). Neither was she surprised that she led her to where a man was towering over a tiny pixy of a girl.
Cheng found herself suddenly very invested in the trouble the club owner had led her to, especially if it meant she got to hook up with this tiny fairy with huge eyes and a fat ass. She was exactly her type and this asshole was standing way too close to her. Besides, it was her duty as a silent owner to intervene where needed.
The girl was dancing around energetically, a pool cue swinging dangerously in her hand and loudly shouting in celebration, “I can’t believe I made that shot! I win! And on my first try playing.” She paused her celebration and stared up at the tattooed man in front of her, large brown eyes on full display and long, dark lashes fluttering, “You must be my lucky charm.”
Fuck, Cheng knew this guy. Xin is a gangster, well known for his violent tendencies, short fuse, and string of hospitalized girlfriends. In other words, he’s a dick and should be kept far, far away from Cheng’s next toy.
There was no way anything was going to end well here and she could see in the hardened look on Yu’s face that she agreed.
“Now…” The sweet girl continued, glossed lips curling into something far less angelic and far more devious, “pay up.”
Those words were like a lit match in an oil doused house of cards.
Many things happened at once.
Yu swore and reached for the gun at her back.
Xin cursed, “You lying, two-faced whores! Think you can fuck with me, I’ll-” He reached for the gun Cheng had clocked in the back of his pants the moment she had stepped in the room.
Cheng stepped forward, reaching for the man’s arm, ready to save this sweet angel and hopefully get a very gratitude filled orgasm out of the deal.
A curly haired girl across the pool table that Cheng had just noticed, let out a groan and a “Not again…”
Two men with tattoos matching Xin’s jumped up from their seats at the table closest to them and two beefy bouncers wearing the royal purple colors of the club (Yu is such a bisexual peacock) made a beeline to cut them off.
Then there was the mischievous pixie whose previously sweet face had morphed into outrage at the insult. Large doe eyes blazed with the fire of not a match but a fireball and she screamed, “How dare you! I won fair and square you cunt faced…” Even as she let out a slew of curse words and insults to rival the bawdiest of soldiers, she revved her leg back and kicked it into the groin of the man, cutting off any chance at his family line being continued. “No one accuses Wu Suowei of cheating, you maggot ridden-”
Even as the man screamed, high pitched as he’d likely be singing from now on and collapsed like the previously mentioned house of cards, she revved back again and slammed a kitten heel into the gangster’s already abused groin. He went down immediately, curling into a fetal position to protect what’s left of his cock. Still, the girl felt no pity because this time she took the pool cue she still had not let go even in all the chaos and swung it back, “And this is for calling my shifu a whore!” She then slammed it into his vulnerable side, a solid thunk resounding above the murmuring crowd. “She is not a whore! She is a picky slut!”
The curly haired girl from before cried out, “Wei!”
Yu finally stepped in when Cheng’s future wife grabbed a beer bottle from the side of the pool table and threw her arm back, aiming it for the asshole’s head. She grabbed her hand and removed the bottle from her grip with the ease of someone who has done this far too many times before, “No glass Suowei, I don’t want to replace the velvet again.”
The girl looked up (and up) at Yu, brown eyes still on fire, even as she let her take the bottle and pool cue from her without a fight. “Chengyu! Why aren’t you more pissed, didn’t you hear what this- this-” Cheng spared a thought of disbelief that this minx had finally run out of curse words, “butt-faced mule called shifu? He deserves far more than this!”
Chengyu nodded, ever calm in the face of chaos, “I’ll make certain he gets what he deserves, little Wei, but with less of an audience, hm?” Mollified, Cheng’s beloved slumped back into the table behind her and crossed her arms over the small chest hidden in the oversized, pastel sweater she wore and gave one last grumble in response. Something like, “you better.”
The way her arms folded over the fuzzy sweater gave the Cheng heir a very vivid image of what those tiny tits looked like and she could already imagine how well they’d fit in her palms as she thrust into the girl from behind with her favorite dildo. She could already tell this girl would be a size queen. The thought had her licking her lips.
Then she perked up and squatted down beside her victim, giving Cheng a fantastic view of the ass basically bursting the seams of the skinny jeans and her mind was already going down a new graphic path.
She rummaged through his pockets, turning them inside out. Finally, (unfortunately) she stood up, bringing with her a wallet and a watch. Her smile could only be described as pure greed as she stripped it bare of cards, cash, and ids, leaving nothing in her wake and dropped the garish thing on his still breathing corpse. “Shifu! Not only did he have the two hundred he owed us in cash but also another hundred and a Momo bank Visa!” After pocketing the cash she tossed the rest to the curly haired girl across the table who seemed to perk up at her words, eyes gleaming behind round specs.
“Ooh, Wei, easy pickings with his ID! We’ll be eating well for a while. And…” The girl slipped the cards into her substantial cleavage, “We might be able to afford a few repairs if my research into how rich that asshole is is correct!” Her attention was then stolen by the watch, studying every detail.
Wu Suowei, as she had dubbed herself, let out a cry of joy and did a little jig before stopping abruptly, finally noticing the new Amazon in front of her. “Who are you?” Large eyes that Cheng had admired for so long finally focused on her where they belonged.
Cheng smirked down at her and swaggered forward, kicking the sack of broken gangster out of the way, She then leaned forward, pressing one hand beside the girl’s hip, just brushing the denim, and taking up all of Suowei’s personal space. Now at eye level she darted her tongue out, teasing her bottom lip then pressed her lips into a sinful smirk and stared straight into her darling’s soul with the bedroom eyes that had gotten her laid many, many times and stated, “I’m Chi Cheng, your future wife.”
This immediately earned her a screeched, “Excuse me?!” that would leave Cheng half-deaf the rest of the night but it was incredibly worth it.